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It was delicious. One forkful had Tony's eyes widening. "Did you make this from scratch? I know the box stuff and this isn't box stuff. Wow." Shit. This was even harder now.

He hadn't planned on eating much but he cleaned his plate before he even touched his wine. After Steve answered the question about the food, everything else just sort of drifted into silence.

Tony had a lot to say but he, for once, couldn't find the outlet to say anything at all. His lips pressed together as he put down his fork. His eyes hovered to where he knew his name was. It was distracting.

Steve was distracting.

Food was distracting...everything was just nice and uncomfortable all at the same time.

"I use to think about it. A lot. What I would do if I ever found anyone-- And you know what? People have tried. They'd get my middle initial wrong or it would prove to be a tattoo. Why not link yourself to a billionaire? But you have the real thing...and you were just going to let it go. That's what's making me itch so badly."